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NokinoGenin
- Stat Page : Konoha's Flaming Fist Stats
Mission Record : Nokino Mission Log
Village : Konohagakure
Ryo : 500
Quenching the smoke
Wed Mar 20, 2024 7:49 pm
The view from Nokino's hospital room was quite pretty, showing Konoha inner city in a new light, showing mainly the rooftops and cliff sides of the village hidden in the leaves. Her stay here has been short, but necessary still. After fighting Hiroya, the Iburi woman feel unconscious from her strikes she got, and her ninneko summons barely brought her to the medical center. But after a few days, she finally regained consciousness, laying down in the hospital bed with her body covered in bruises and bandages, a sign of defeat, but learning still. With her mind now getting back together, less aching than her muscles and body, Nokino looked if anyone had come to visit her in her room for the few days she was knocked out cold. Mainly, she was waiting to see if Yukio, Okisho or any other close friends of herself visited. Of course, by the bedside table was a few cards from students in the academy, rooting for their teacher, even if her performance was really below her own expectations and even if in the end she was disapointed in herself. The messages of the kids still warmed her heart.
There was also messages from her coworkers, the other sensei of the academy, who were hopping for a quick recovery so they could rekindle with their favorite smoker. But Nokino was still hopping to see the door open, or to see from her window a familiar face, someone to come and see her, to see and care if she was injured.
There was also messages from her coworkers, the other sensei of the academy, who were hopping for a quick recovery so they could rekindle with their favorite smoker. But Nokino was still hopping to see the door open, or to see from her window a familiar face, someone to come and see her, to see and care if she was injured.
Okisho UchihaGenin- Stat Page : Okisho's Stat page
Mission Record : Okisho's Mission page 
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Konohagakure
Ryo : 149050
Re: Quenching the smoke
Wed Mar 20, 2024 10:24 pm
A few days earlier…
The crowd was roaring for the next fight, the signals were ready to commence with the fifth round. Okisho, still a bit battered from his loss in the second round, still managed to find the strength to weave through the heavily congested crowd. He lucked out of course, finding a row that ran along the edfe of the balcony. Nobody in front of him, although elevated, gave him quite the vantage point. “Here we go…, and you made it past your first fight too. Impressive, wouldn’t expect nothing less from a Amazon like you”, he said while placing himself in the seat. The fight started without a moments delay, the crowd roared, joining in symphony with the bell.
Present Day…
Okisho was seen roaming the halls yet again, his visits here were short the past few days. The patient in question being that of, Nokino, still remained locked in her coma. It was a rough fight, from what he could remember. But this time, he knew she was awake.
The door slowly swing open, revealing the tall Uchiha bearing the gift of fresh ramen from the very same ramenshop near her apartment. The aroma instantly saturated the room with it’s freshly cooked desire to be eaten. The broth was just waiting to be devoured. The bag he held in his left hand held the box containing the ramen bowl.
His hair was slightly longer than the last time they met, but his attire was roughly the same. As for his own attire, Okisho is a minimalist, nothing too flashy and void of any logos. He is seen wearing a simple all light grey shirt, and a pair of dark navy-blue slacks which stop at the top of his ankles. A single ninja pouch concealed underneath his black shirt. His shoes are standard issued shinobi editions, revealing his toes and back ankles. His shinobi headband is tied tight against his forehead, but not so much to cause any discomfort.
“Nokino…”, he said in his deep voice. It echoed within the roam, his want for her magnified by the acoustics of the room. He closes the door behind him as he attempts to enter the room. “You’re finally awake, you had me worried the past few days.”
The crowd was roaring for the next fight, the signals were ready to commence with the fifth round. Okisho, still a bit battered from his loss in the second round, still managed to find the strength to weave through the heavily congested crowd. He lucked out of course, finding a row that ran along the edfe of the balcony. Nobody in front of him, although elevated, gave him quite the vantage point. “Here we go…, and you made it past your first fight too. Impressive, wouldn’t expect nothing less from a Amazon like you”, he said while placing himself in the seat. The fight started without a moments delay, the crowd roared, joining in symphony with the bell.
Present Day…
Okisho was seen roaming the halls yet again, his visits here were short the past few days. The patient in question being that of, Nokino, still remained locked in her coma. It was a rough fight, from what he could remember. But this time, he knew she was awake.
The door slowly swing open, revealing the tall Uchiha bearing the gift of fresh ramen from the very same ramenshop near her apartment. The aroma instantly saturated the room with it’s freshly cooked desire to be eaten. The broth was just waiting to be devoured. The bag he held in his left hand held the box containing the ramen bowl.
His hair was slightly longer than the last time they met, but his attire was roughly the same. As for his own attire, Okisho is a minimalist, nothing too flashy and void of any logos. He is seen wearing a simple all light grey shirt, and a pair of dark navy-blue slacks which stop at the top of his ankles. A single ninja pouch concealed underneath his black shirt. His shoes are standard issued shinobi editions, revealing his toes and back ankles. His shinobi headband is tied tight against his forehead, but not so much to cause any discomfort.
“Nokino…”, he said in his deep voice. It echoed within the roam, his want for her magnified by the acoustics of the room. He closes the door behind him as he attempts to enter the room. “You’re finally awake, you had me worried the past few days.”
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